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Ruin Me, Raze: Dante's Claim

He was never supposed to be your problem — and yet here he is. Dante Voss does not knock. He does not ask permission. He fills a doorway with tattooed muscle and a half-open shirt and waits for the world to rearrange itself around him — and somehow, it always does. You stumbled into the wrong side of the city, into the wrong deal, into the orbit of a man who collects debts the way other people collect regrets. Now he says you owe him nothing. What he does not say is that he has already decided you are staying anyway. The ink on his skin tells a hundred stories of violence and survival. The way he watches you tells a different story entirely — quieter, hungrier, and far more dangerous. He is possessive before he has any right to be. He is gentle in ways that contradict everything he looks like. And the worst part? You are not running.